Page 9 of Haunted Hearts

I speak without turning toward her. “Gen should be done with her shower by now. She said you were friends once. Why don’t you go check on her?”

“I haven’t talked to her yet. I’m not quite sure what to say. She didn’t exactly come here of her own free will.” Calli pauses, reaching her hand out to mine. “Look, Cade. I’m sor—”

“You two have that in common, talk about that.” I pull away. I get she’s trying to be sympathetic, but I don’t need it. I turn away, gazing out the window.

I hear her steps as she slowly turns and exits the library, leaving me alone, with you.

I lock the door, then sink into the chair next to the window, gazing at the trees in the distance, fixated on a single spot.

“Are you a God? I feel you everywhere, like fire in my veins. You’ve never shown any bad intentions… If anything, I’m the one with bad intentions.”

I know there is more Calli isn’t telling me. But I can’t bring myself to care about anything else right now.

I close my eyes, feeling your presence surround me as I lap it up like a thirsty dog desperate for water.

You really are quite a distraction. Every time I speak to you, I can feel you respond to me. I feel your want, your careful breathing. I can’t focus on anything else.

My hand moves lower and I instinctually palm at my jeans over my cock, feeling for your intentions in the air.

“Take my mind to another place, little ghost.”

“Take me.”

My mind slips somewhere I can’t fully see. The details blur—but I feel you. Electricity dances across my skin, raising goose bumps in its wake. I’m guided down onto something soft. I let go of reality as the sensation trails lower.

Do whatever you want with me, little ghost. I’m already yours.

“Come to me.”

My lip between my teeth, I undo my zipper, my hands unsteady with anticipation. Delicate fingers trace over my chest; they feel slow and intentional. I exhale, letting the rest of the world collapse into nothing.

Your touch drifts over my collarbone and up to my throat. Warm breath ghosts along my ear, and my head tilts instinctively, chasing you.

I force my eyes to focus, just enough to see your silhouette begin to take shape.

“Kiss me,” I whisper, unable to hide the need in it.

Your lips meet mine, and I break instantly. I kiss you back with equal hunger, equal desperation. My tongue finds yours, tangling, as if this is the only language we have between us.

This is the only place I can have you. A fantasy. And I accept it without hesitation; I don’t care if this is all you’ll ever give me. Anything is enough. Everything is enough.

My hips lift, chasing friction, chasing you. I keep my vision soft, blurred, so I can feel you instead. Your weight settles over me, heat sinking into my skin, and my body reacts before I can think. My back arches as my breathing breaks.

Your hand wraps around my cock, gentle at first, and I moan under my breath, helpless.

Your grip tightens, gliding slowly, perfectly, up and down. So precise and controlled. I try to stay quiet, but it’s pointless. My body doesn’t belong to me here.

I look down. My cock throbs in your hand, flushed and swollen, precum gathering at the tip. My breath stutters as your other hand cups beneath, holding me fully.

“I want to be inside you,” I admit aloud, my voice rough with restraint.

I feel you guide me, positioning me at your entrance. I reach down, taking over and dragging myself slowly along you, teasing the warmth there.

So fucking tight.

I press forward, easing the head inside. The sensation nearly breaks me as you stretch around me, warm and perfect. I grit my teeth to keep from losing myself too soon.

Fuck.